I glanced at you today
With every intrest in mind
But all I saw was me
Standing next to time
Why take such an image
With so much wait
Added rich toned color
And replace it with a face?
Magnificently beautiful,
All your creations beauty
My image so noticable
You've chose it for me
I walk with this painting
Graciously its pure
Just like a mirror waiting
For the next walked tour
Everybody views
Critiqued by alot
To be loved by few
Just to make me stop
In my conclusion
I see only whats placed
Confused with such confusion
My heart question's pace
[So]
Mirror mirror...
This Art has to ask
Why do i continue to fear
The imgage behind your glass?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life imitates art, or do you find the reverse to be true? Interesting poem, and a fresh concept, definately well written Xs and Os, Colette